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Relax

Title: Relax
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki
couple : Jensen / Jared
Rating: NC17
Genre: One shot, comedy?, Boh xD
Disclaimer : I'd really love to have in my possession but unfortunately these beautiful boys belong only to themselves and so everything I wrote is the fruit of my sick twisted mind.
Note: It 'was my first race of the J2, and I must say that after all I like (and what is strange xD). Thank babycin with all my heart for betaggio, must have been an epic xD


Jensen throws, happy, dead weight on the couch. The best after hours of footage, no doubt, to die among those red cushions. Jared joined him soon after, she lies resting her head on her thighs, legs that go beyond the arm, touch the ground.
- Man, I swear, I'm dying - He pants Jensen whining voice.
Jared just laughs, too tired even for that.
- Jay, if flawed now know that I've always loved - and scripted Jensen continues, this time Jared really bursts out laughing.
- I know, Jensen, I know - Grin raising a hand to caress the face of his friend.
Jensen chuckles and leans her head back, dipping a hand through his hair long and began to caress the other. That means that it is relaxing.
- Seriously, - says starting to complain - It hurts everywhere: I have your back to pieces, I do not feel my legs, my head explodes ... -
Jared gets up from his legs and sits on the other side of the sofa.
- Come here - says, pointing to stand between her legs open.
Jensen looks at him with an eyebrow raised. - Jared, look at that joke when I said I love you .-
The other laughs. - Foolish, I make you a massage. -
- Oh ... - Jensen says simply taking place between his legs, facing away and then not notice the sly smile on his lips sticking out of the dark.
Jared puts her hands on her hips and the edges of the claws T-shirt, starting to raise it slowly, with the tips that touch the flesh of Jensen at every millimeter. When the blond asks him what the hell he is doing, Jared replied simply that it is divesting. It is not surprising that Jensen's hands immediately take the place of his and that he ends up in a hurry to take off his shirt.
- Mmm ... You're impatient - Jared grin, teasing.
- Shut up, Jared. -
-How do you want ... - Meets the other hand resting on large muscular shoulders of Jensen and beginning to move his fingers.

few minutes later, the muscles of the back of Jensen are much more relaxed and he feels in heaven.
- But you're doing it on purpose? - Jared stopping suddenly blurts out his hands.
- What? -
- Making these noises. You seem to have an orgasm! -
Jensen laughs nervously, feeling himself blush. - I'm sorry ... ... It 's that, fuck Jay, your hands ... - he says vaguely, leaving the sentence in half. Jared
behind him, smiles and hands him the first hands on the neck, then down on his chest, pausing on the chest. Remains motionless, waiting for a reaction to Jensen, but did not arrive, then leans over to talk directly to his ear. - My hands thing, Jens? -
Jensen throws back head, resting on Jared's shoulder, and turns his head toward his face, rubs his nose against her cheek involuntarily. - They are fucking amazing - whispers against the flesh. The
seems to wait an eternity for this moment. After their first snog of two months due to a few beers too many and some stupid bet, Jensen has tried in every way to forget the taste of the lips of the other, but Jared, with his continuous provocation, made it to him impossible. But, fuck, Jared is one of his colleagues, is a man, has a girlfriend ... And he also pressed his hands on Jensen's chest, palms that rubbing the nipples with every breath, and really, it makes the blond unable to remember a single good reason why that should be an inconvenient situation. Jared's hands down more, caress the sculpted abs, trace the outline of the navel with the two fingers, and finally stop on the belt of Jensen, which stiffens. The room is too quiet and the tension is almost palpable.
- Jens, if you want to stop me ... just say, really, just a word and ... -
- Shut your mouth for a second - it stops abruptly Jensen, then turns and starts to ride on her legs. E 'believes he has seen a fanart that shows them in that position and, while looking at his reflection in the eyes of Jared, which makes it even more real and absurd, he feels his bowels squirm, but does not know whether it is for excitement or tension.
- Shut your mouth you - answers piqued the dark just before Jensen pounced on her lips.
When off, the blond supports the opposite to that of his colleague.
- I said you taped over your mouth, not to stop ... - Jared whispers staring, rapt, Jensen's lips curving into a smile. Then
Jensen kissed him again, pressing hard on their lips. Without much delicacy, bites the lower lip of the dark and the latter opens his mouth to check his tongue. Then, not sure why - perhaps it is that Jared kissed a thousand times better than you remember, or maybe it shows the effect that her red lips, swollen and shiny from his saliva, or it could be awareness to be sitting on the dock of Jared Padalecki, have one of his big hands that massage the neck and the other open at the base of his back ... - do not know how, just know that it takes his cock in record time harden. Jared's shirt, which rubs against my chest, began to annoy him, cut off the umpteenth Jensen kiss and puts his hands on the first button. The frantic and clumsy fingers move and Jared in a situation like that, normally, would think that Jensen is an idiot and would do alone, but that is not a normal situation and is fully aware that he could not do better . After an interminable minute, the shirt ends up on the floor of Jared and Jensen and runs his hands on his muscular chest, lets out a moan and leans his head back, closing his eyes. The blond is watching, his eyes end up on the clear bulge between her legs and he feels suddenly die. The absence of breasts in his hands becomes evident and the movement of the Adam's apple, which before he had been exciting, it makes one shudder. That is his first time with a man and, although it has now thirty years old, you hear a kid beginners. When not feel the warm touch of his hands on his chest of Jensen, Jared opens his eyes.
- Jens - called him looking for his eyes .- Everything okay? - Asks laid his hand on the shoulder reassuringly.
Jensen lets go forward, hiding her face in her neck and shoulder of the dark.
- I'm an idiot, Jay ... - moans against her skin, her lips pressed a button vein.
- Yes, I know. - Jared says sincerely. - This is something further proof. - The tease.
- It 's me ... Fuck, I'm not gay, I do not know how these things work ... -
Jared takes his face in his hands and forced him to watch it.
- was going well, asshole. Just ... relax okay? Never mind. -
Slowly, Jared moved his hand down, strokes his neck, then back to the chest, hips, and then grabs the belt buckle of Jensen, who at that point no longer holds her look too green and intense sinks again face against his neck, licking and biting time. Jared pulls the belt from the loops and throws it down, open the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper, all very slowly, and Jensen you out a gasp against his jaw. They're definitely acting without thinking, because if they had stopped a moment to reflect, would close the door or WOULD BE careful to make as little noise as possible given the plasterboard, however, simply pick up the member Jared Jensen who moans without any restraint, feeling surrounded by the hand so absurdly different from all those who knew so far. It 's so big, hot and rough. And 'the hand of Jared, Jared, Jared. While panting and moaning can only think of this: Jared's doing a saw, and it is fucking awesome. It suddenly reminds him of having clean hands, palms and press one of the excitation is still covered by the pants, now wet, Jared, who holds the only answer the erection of more and faster movements, passing several times the thumb tip. When Jensen is in the hands of Jared, his face sinking back in his neck.
- Jay ... - rocamente whispers in her ear before collapsing on him.
That "Jay", whispered in that way, it becomes an electric shock that drops down the back straight to the end of Jared and his becoming a member, if possible, even harder.
- Orgasm spectacular - Jensen mumbles trying to recover.
Jared smiles and wears a hand on that blonde is still holding his groin in order to increase the pressure. She turns and kisses the first strip of skin that comes within range.
- I expect you to return the favor, Jens. -

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Misha Collins
1-12 13-20 21-24 Supernatural J2

Waxing Eyebrows Has Caused Burn

Blood Oath # 1 2 /? Broken

Title: Blood Oath
Party: 2 /?
Fandom: RPF
Supernatural Characters: Jared, Jensen, Christian
Pairing: Jensen / Jared (plus or less) Jared / OMC
Rating:
PG Genre: AU , Slash
Disclaimer: Jensen, Jared and Christian does not belong to me, there guardagno nothing, bla bla bla, now the things you know not? XD




Sunday, June 29-It 's an asshole! - Christian exclaimed the other end of the phone, making people laugh Jensen. No, no, seriously: it is a bully, I do not understand what to see Jared in him. E 'come one month after your departure, Jay has focused more and did not
let go .- The smile on the lips of Jensen died. -It is comforted in a hurry my dear friend .- he said bitterly.
-drive was really almost a year to sell .-
Jensen whistled. -Man, and that idiot Brad or Todd, or whatever his name, has waited so long? E 'admirable, maybe it really loves
.- "If, if, of course. Or maybe you simply do not accept a refusal. Jay You wait for twenty years. You love him, not him, you know? You! -
Jensen chuckled nuovamente. "Indeed it is strange to hear certain things from your ex-boyfriend
.- In reply Christian laughed loudly. Jensen was going to add something, but fell silent, feeling the mother's voice calling from downstairs.
-Jeeen, are you ready? We must go! -
-Si, a second! - Answered by tapping the microphone with the palm, then brought the phone to your ear.
-Chris, I gotta go. Tonight to have dinner with Jay .-
Although Jensen could not see Christian grinned. -Go and hit the tiger! -
They both laughed and hung up.
After meeting at the Old Bay Jensen and Jared had not spent much time together. They had crossed a few times before the waste bins in the evening, while both were throwing the garbage or out the window were greeted with a smile and a wave of his hand. Nothing exalted, indeed, for both the situation was quite depressing. Jensen had fortunately hung up relationships with some of his old friends, especially Christian, the boy who had left when he left and did not pass all his days thinking about the boy next door, and Jared, it seemed, had his Brad to think about. Jensen came down the stairs and quickly found his mother at the door. From his house to that of Jared were only a few steps. Anna greeted them with a smile on his lips and made them wait in the lounge, because the dinner was not ready. Jensen with the excuse of took the opportunity to go to the bathroom upstairs. He looked around cautiously before opening the air only black door of the whole plan, that of Jared's room. Had changed a lot since he had seen the owner-as indeed .- The walls were covered with drawings, all made by him of course. It was a lot better with gl'anni. Jensen looked around, trying to figure out what story was behind each sketch. There were several children playing together without a face-to their favorite games .-, a-plane airline of the same one with which he went off-the clouds, the old-bay that was color-difference degl'altri at dusk, dawn, morning and night, Jared and another boy kissing. Jensen frowned and looked away. On the bed in the middle of the room lay a sketch pad and the blond could not help but peek. They were two boys, one line of sight, was clearly a Jared, while the other one could see only his back and the hand held true in the dark by a heart, one particular color of the design, probably the same as Jared, since who within his chest was designed a chasm.
-What are you doing? -
Jensen started, let go of the sketchbook as if you were burned and turned toward the door. Jared stared at him angrily.
-I ... the door was open, I saw the drawings ... - He tried to giustificasi the blond.
-So this gave you the right to rummage through my things? They are personal, Jens .- annoyed Jared exclaimed, pointing with a gesture of arms the walls with drawings.
-are attached to the walls .-
Jared snorted. -It only comes in here who I will .-
Jensen looked hurt. Perfect, so do not even want him in her room. Looking down he approached the door, deliberately bumping into Jared's shoulder.
-I have always considered this as my room, I never thought that things had changed so much that I can not go in for even more .-
Jared bit his lip with a sigh and grabbed the arm lock Jensen in the corridor.
-I'm sorry, and that is strange ... - The blond looked at him with an eyebrow raised. -The two of us together again, you again in here ... I have to get used .- Jared tried to explain.
-I understand ... - Jensen said simply waiting for the other's left arm. Jared
instead she bit her lower lip, unsure, then pulled him to if and embraced him with force. Jensen was surprised, wide-eyed and rigid body, then slowly raised his arms to encircle the body of his friend.
-Excuse me, - Jared whispered against his neck. -All this is driving me crazy .-
Jensen chuckled. -Yes, I noticed .- He said making people laugh even at his friend.

After dinner the boys went out into the garden, enjoying the cool summer night. They were lying on the grass and stared at the stars.
-Dai tell me something in English! -
Jensen chuckled. -What can I say, not much would understand .-
-Exactly! You can take the opportunity to tell me how much I hate .- Jared joked.
Jensen turned his head on the grass and found himself in front of Jared's green eyes that peered full of expectation.
-Me faltado eres como el aire, y quiero besarte abrazarte fall with fiber de mi cuerpo .-
-What do you mean? -
Jensen smiled. -I'm not telling
.- The thinned brown eyes and click to sit. -Come on! Minimum asshole you really said something about me .-
Jensen burst a ridere di cuore. –Chissà, magari un giorno te lo dirò in inglese.-
-Che palloso che sei.- Disse Jared lasciandosi cadere con uno sbuffo sull’erba.
Una macchina in quel momento girò nel vialetto e i fari illuminarono i due ragazzi costringendoli a schermarsi gli occhi con un braccio.
-E’ già arrivato…- Sbuffò Jared.
-Chi?-
-Brad, dobbiamo uscire sta sera, però è in anticipo!- Protestò.
Jensen controllò l’orologio e aggrottò le sopracciglia. –E’ mezza notte ... and a half -
-So late? - Churches Jared's eyes widened. -Man, the weather, as always, with you flying .- He said, smiling.
The car was pulled over and while a boy had fallen. Jared snorted again, would not go away, spending time with Jensen was like to breathe again after years of diving, would stay on that lawn to talk forever. Reluctantly got up and printed a fake smile on her face.
-Jay, sorry for the delay! - Exclaimed Brad met him and kissing him die that caused a grimace of Jensen.
-Hello Brad ... - Jared whispered. He- Jensen is the blond indicating .- He added with a wave of his hand.
Jensen stood up and shook hands with Brad.
-Oh, yeah, Jensen .- The boy shook hands with a little 'too hard. -Jared told me about you so much .-
Jensen grinned. Instead, I did not just talked about you .-
Brad glared with a sguardo.-Okay, it was a pleasure to meet you. Now we have to go, right Jay? -
Jared Jensen nodded and said goodbye with a wave of his hand, doing to turn around and get into the car, but Jensen grabbed his arm and approached him, putting on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek. Jay-fun, see you tomorrow .- She whispered softly and deeply, then let it go.
The other hand was grabbed by Jared Brad, who unceremoniously pulled him toward the car. Jensen stared at the dark, smiling pleased with expression surprised and slightly shocked.

Notes: Allurs, it seems that the Great Demon Heaven forbid that places this chapter XD 'happened all I could before I .-. Apart from that, I know that the phrase in English is not just, but for years now so I can not speak did my best. means "I missed you like the air, I want to hug you and kiss you with every fiber of my body"

Step By Step Tractor Cake

Title: Broken
Fandom:
Supernatural Characters: Dean Wincester, Alastair
Paringa: maybe Dean / Sam, but has not been created as a slash
Rating: R (for violence?)
Words: 727 (second Word
Genre: Blood, angst
Prompt: Heart of bingo_italia
Disclaimer: I have no idea what really happened in hell, do not gain anything in writing about my travels mental suffering of the poor Dean and characters belong to those of law, not to me.
Note: I am not convinced at all .-.



is never interrupted. Not sleeping, not eating, not to piss or other crap, never . Cut, quartered, affect, laugh. I scream, cry, please. There is no point. We enjoy their God-as-we have to make me suffer. I wish there were their souls in my place, I would torture them all, skinned one by one, horses eyes bulging and make a rope with their intestines, heart-tearing if you still have. " I hate them.
-Good morning, Dean says Alastair .- closer to my wheel of torture.
are his favorite, always says, says he has big plans for me. When it is close enough to pick the little strength I have left and the cue in one eye. Usually, at the end of the day, I can not even keep his eyes open-if-they left me, there is a time instead went light.
-Dean, Dean, Dean, do a good boy. You are not at home, you're a guest here, I behaved politely .- complains jokingly, stroking her cheek with her long fingers swollen and skeletal almost seems like a thoughtful gesture. Then
-hunter - he says, grinning, to mock me, my offer is always the same. Get off the wheel and put someone else .-
-You can put in your offer .- ass answer with a hoarse voice, barely audible.
Her laugh is loud and annoying, I almost hurt my ears. -It amazes me how, after almost thirty years, you still have the strength to do the shit, you did not understand that does not bring you anything? -
-Li is one more thing ... -
In the world I'm still the older brother Sam, I am sure he is thinking about me every day, every hour of his life. I am sure he is looking for revenge that kill all the motherfuckers eyed blacks he meets. I am sure that is holding to our covenant. Li I'm still something for Sam. As he is everything to me. Alastair
rolls his eyes, puffing. -Shit, what you're fucking you and your brother too mushy. Be sure not to go to hell for incest, not for the deal? I want now to understand that Sam does not give you anything? Thirty years have passed, will have its own life, maybe even more do not remember your face or your name .-
I go up in tears. It can not be, should not be so!
-Stop! - I try to scream and blood comes out of my mouth with the words. Do not work .- says
-making closer and placing the palms on my chest torn. -How do you still have a heart after all these years of torture? How do you still have your brother in your heart, after it his fault that you subjection all this? -
I feel his fingers pierce the flesh and into my chest, slowly, inch by inch. Get through the chest and a shrill scream escapes from my lips, when his fingers closed around my heart. With a sudden snap withdraws his hand, still clutching his heart. Leaving the skin and ribs copious blood comes out of the hole in his chest. Whatever I do I'm always conscious, it hurts as hell but no longer kill again. I would just not exist anymore. Neither in earth nor hell nor heaven. And just disappear. Alastair
laughs again clutching my heart. -Look, Dean .- Gracchi. -You are a heartless, too now. What prevents you from torture? -
I try to respond, but only blood comes out of my mouth.
Throw my heart to the ground and crushes it with his foot. You're a monster-like us. Instead get a reason. Every day, from now on, the first What I do is rip the useless organ pumps blood that you idiots think so imported, so you always remember to be a monster. To be a demon .- Approaches to me again and gives me a kiss on the cheek. -See you tomorrow, after tomorrow and the day after that, again and again. I am sure that sooner or later you make the right choice .-
-Fuck you, asshole .- cough spitting blood.
He laughs. -No need to show me your love, - ironically says, bending down to pick up my heart from earth-I have already given your soul and your heart .-